that road I drove so many times, I could still find my way in the dark after all these years
the kitchen floor of the house I did my growing up in, pressed against my back with it's cool comfort, pushing everything else away when I couldn't
the smell of cigarettes & the cologne of the first boy who stole my heart
the passenger seat, half asleep
where my mom is
4am, deliriously awake & laughing with a friend
the place beneath where your rib cage joins & the way my hands fit there
where my books are
that indescribable feeling of holding a brand new baby, a brand new person who will become anything & everything, a special brand of hope elsewhere unattainable
the memories I all but forgot, surfacing suddenly & catching me smiling
the windows down & my favorite song
where I don't have to wear pants
the magical place in my sheets & blankets I wake up in, knowing once I move, will disappear
the constellation I can always find
where my closet is color organized & the hangers all match, & my bed is never made
home is when I feel most like myself
You never cease to amaze me...
ReplyDeleteWell thank you, though I'm not sure who you are :)
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